Dead Eyes: A Tale From The Zombie Plague Read Online Free
Author: James Dwyer
farmhouse, we stuck together. Began working as a team. It seemed we were both bored of wandering the countryside alone. Having someone else there to talk to and watch your back was something we both wanted. Made it easier to keep focused and safe. It was fantastic.
We travelled the countryside together scavenging, foraging for food, saving each other from zombie attacks. We never counted how many times we rescued the other. I like to think I saved her more times than me, but it would be a lie. In truth, we worked so well together that we never seemed to get into trouble.
In many ways, I had never been happier. Even before the zombies came, this was what I wanted. Deep down. I hid this dream from my grandfather, he wouldn’t have responded well. He wanted a simple life for me, free from anything remotely dangerous. He hated me joining the cub scouts. Who knows what he would have said if he could see me now. Pun unintended.
Being in the great outdoors with Libby, it was heaven. Everything I could have wanted, I had. Thoughts of romance were starting to form in my mind. I had no idea if she felt the same. How could she not? We were alone, trapped together almost.
In the end it didn’t matter. We were together for three months. And then it was over. Libby and me had an argument, a huge argument, over what to do about some other survivors we met. When I went to bed, I was sure she would be there in the morning. I was wrong.
A few days after she left, my eyesight started playing up. I guess the first stage could be described as night blindness. Soon as the sun set, so did my eyesight. Whatever the cause was, I knew it was getting worse and that there was no cure. The curse of the family XY chromosomes continues.
So I was alone in a world where the dead have come back to life just to feed on the living, and soon I would be blind.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the dead, I will see no evil. Which would be great, if the dead weren’t coming to eat me.
In summary. I was fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
I was about a mile away from the motorway when I stopped running. I was pretty sure that I had lost the Daisy half a mile earlier. Even so, stopping to check wasn’t worth the risk. You had to be certain. The shrieks had stopped long ago, but I had continued running anyway. When I finally stopped, my heart was pounding heavily in my chest. The adrenaline still fired through my veins, filling me with that nervous electricity. Like I could take on anything. These periods were always dangerous. Filled with this energy, risks you wouldn’t normally take, you started taking. I gave myself a minute to calm down before assessing the situation.
My escape from the motorway had taken me into some dense woodland. I had lost all track of the route I had planned, or where I was for that matter. I looked around for any landmarks, something to give me an idea of where I was. My watch beeped with the change of the hour, another warning that the sun would be setting soon. Time to find someplace to stay for the night. Supermarket or no supermarket, I would have to find shelter soon.
I decided to keep heading west away from the motorway. I knew that my target destination was in that direction and, after a quick look at my map, that the forest ended before it reached the supermarket. My only concern was becoming disoriented amongst the trees. With the sun setting, I guessed that the forest would get dark quicker than outside. The last thing I needed.
Despite my fears, there was a sense of peace in the forest. No zombies around, no trace of humanity. If I had more time to set up a camp, it would have been a nice place to rest for a while. My eye problems quickly put paid to that little fantasy.
As I continued through the forest, my mind turned to the future, as it often did during these quiet solitary moments. What would I do when I turned blind? I had no one around me, no family to spend my days
We travelled the countryside together scavenging, foraging for food, saving each other from zombie attacks. We never counted how many times we rescued the other. I like to think I saved her more times than me, but it would be a lie. In truth, we worked so well together that we never seemed to get into trouble.
In many ways, I had never been happier. Even before the zombies came, this was what I wanted. Deep down. I hid this dream from my grandfather, he wouldn’t have responded well. He wanted a simple life for me, free from anything remotely dangerous. He hated me joining the cub scouts. Who knows what he would have said if he could see me now. Pun unintended.
Being in the great outdoors with Libby, it was heaven. Everything I could have wanted, I had. Thoughts of romance were starting to form in my mind. I had no idea if she felt the same. How could she not? We were alone, trapped together almost.
In the end it didn’t matter. We were together for three months. And then it was over. Libby and me had an argument, a huge argument, over what to do about some other survivors we met. When I went to bed, I was sure she would be there in the morning. I was wrong.
A few days after she left, my eyesight started playing up. I guess the first stage could be described as night blindness. Soon as the sun set, so did my eyesight. Whatever the cause was, I knew it was getting worse and that there was no cure. The curse of the family XY chromosomes continues.
So I was alone in a world where the dead have come back to life just to feed on the living, and soon I would be blind.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of the dead, I will see no evil. Which would be great, if the dead weren’t coming to eat me.
In summary. I was fucked.
CHAPTER TWO
I was about a mile away from the motorway when I stopped running. I was pretty sure that I had lost the Daisy half a mile earlier. Even so, stopping to check wasn’t worth the risk. You had to be certain. The shrieks had stopped long ago, but I had continued running anyway. When I finally stopped, my heart was pounding heavily in my chest. The adrenaline still fired through my veins, filling me with that nervous electricity. Like I could take on anything. These periods were always dangerous. Filled with this energy, risks you wouldn’t normally take, you started taking. I gave myself a minute to calm down before assessing the situation.
My escape from the motorway had taken me into some dense woodland. I had lost all track of the route I had planned, or where I was for that matter. I looked around for any landmarks, something to give me an idea of where I was. My watch beeped with the change of the hour, another warning that the sun would be setting soon. Time to find someplace to stay for the night. Supermarket or no supermarket, I would have to find shelter soon.
I decided to keep heading west away from the motorway. I knew that my target destination was in that direction and, after a quick look at my map, that the forest ended before it reached the supermarket. My only concern was becoming disoriented amongst the trees. With the sun setting, I guessed that the forest would get dark quicker than outside. The last thing I needed.
Despite my fears, there was a sense of peace in the forest. No zombies around, no trace of humanity. If I had more time to set up a camp, it would have been a nice place to rest for a while. My eye problems quickly put paid to that little fantasy.
As I continued through the forest, my mind turned to the future, as it often did during these quiet solitary moments. What would I do when I turned blind? I had no one around me, no family to spend my days
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